Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Chapter 582 Jeremiah paused for a but, then replied to Paolo with a calm face, "Sure, I'll visit you if I have the time." As Paolo was Yvette's mentor and elder, Jeremiah showed extra respect.

Paolo waved at them. "Off you go. Stop being eyesores Though he said this, the reluctance in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.

Yvette squinted her eyes, gave Paolo a nonchalant glance, and slowly said, "I'm off. With that, she turned and left, her every movement exuding a carefree vibe. Jeremiah nodded to Paolo and then followed him. Frankie was the only one left, not in a hurry to leave, lost in thought.

Paolo turned to glance at Frankie, frowning. He left. What is he still doing here? he wondered.

Seeing Paolo's disdainful look, Frankie rubbed his nose. "Mr. Fontana, have you ever thought about the possibility that Mr. Chavez might never retire?" The question left Paolo confused and wondering, "What's the deal with the Clusian military? Do they want Jeremiah to serve until he's old? That's just too much! Frankie saw Sienna waving at him from a car in the distance and, ignoring the stunned Paolo, quickly said. "Mr. Chavez is the youngest general currently in Clusia." Paolo was left alone, utterly baffled by what he just heard. The youngest general in Clusia? he thought.

In the car, Jeremiah was driving, Yvette sat in the front seat, and Frankie and Sienna were in the back. When they drove away, Sienna saw Paolo standing at the door, looking completely shocked and confused. Curiously, she asked, "What did you say to Paolo, Frankie?" Frankie gave her a smug look. "Not much. I just told him about Mr. Chavez's position in the military.

Now Sienna understood why Paolo was so shocked. He initially thought Jeremiah was just Yvette's man. Who would have guessed he had such an impressive status and wouldn't be surprised? Yvette nestled in the front passenger seat, eyes down, fiddling with her phone. Her delicate and beautiful features showed a touch of coolness. When she heard Frankie's words, her fingers paused briefly.

Then, she lifted her head and said slowly. "Pull over up ahead. You guys head hfirst. I need to go somewhere.

As soon as he spoke, Jeremiah slowed down the car, glancing sideways with a darkened gaze. "Will you be coming hfor dinner? Fll cook" Yvette lifted her eyelids, put away her phone, propped her chin on her hand, and casually replied, "Yes. In craving sfried chicken wings." Jeremiah nodded. "Sure. I'll stop by the store later and pick up your favorite milkshake" In the back seat, Frankie and Sienna exchanged glances. It was another day of shedding tears over someone else's love story They thought, Mr. Chavez really is the perfect boyfriend. He never pries into Yvette's whereabouts, giving her complete trust, and he's great at cooking. Phis, he buys her favorite milkshake. Where can you find a boyfriend like that? After Jeremiah stopped the car by the roadside and Yvette got out, he drove straight to the supermarket to buy ingredients for dinner.

Meanwhile, at the presidential palace of Mysonna, a young man in a wheelchair seemed to be in his early 30s. His smooth.

14 10-20 Fri, Dec 27 Chapter 582 pale face accentuated his sharp, stern features.

His dark, deep eyes shone with a captivating light, matched by thick eyebrows and a high nose, all adding to his noble and elegant appearance.

The young man sat beneath the blossoming magnolia tree, his hair color almost like emerald, the skin of his neck fine as porcelain. The white shirt he wore accentuated a restrained allure that was hard to put into words.

He was holding a magazine featuring the behind-the-scenes boss of International Fashion Competition as the cover story. Several newspapers and documents were on the table beside him, each with Yvette's non it, He put down the magazine, casually rolling his sleeves to reveal a tanned arm. A charming smile slowly appeared on his face as his voice, deep and slightly husky, murmured, "She's back," The words from his mouth carried a unique, indescribable charm Beside the wheelchair stood a girl equally stunning, with a moleshaped like a tear beside her eye. Her face held an innocence untouched by the world, exuding a unique charm of innocence and romance. Her voice was crisp and melodious "Demetrius, Yvette is back. Why isn't she coming to see us? Is it because I wasn't well-behaved enough? I've been very good and haven't sneaked any candy in three days!" she asked.

He gazed lovingly at the girl, her head tilted and eyes bright and clear. Gently stroking her hair, he softly said, "She will. I'm sure she will The girl nodded eagerly at his words, her smile full of joy. "Demetrius, you're right. Yvette will definitely cback to seeAs they spoke, the butler at the presidential palace, Rufus Lacrima, arrived. Seeing the two, he bowed respectfully and said. "Mr. Becker, Mr. Becker is waiting for you in the study. I'll show Ms. Becker to her room." Demetrius Becker nodded, his amber eyes clear and calm. He spoke gently to the girl. "Go with Rufus." Alice nodded obediently. "Okay, Demetrius. I'll go back to my room with Mr. Lacrima." When Demetrius turned to face Rufus, he was completely different from when he was with Alice. His expression turned cold immediately. "Got it. Take Alice back to her room. I'll head over myself." In the study, Cyrus Becker, the president of Mysonna, listened to his subordinates reports, his expression darkening It was not until he heard the sound of knocking did he hide his discomfort and gesture for the reporting man to leave.

The study door opened, and Demetrius, seated in his wheelchair lowered his eyes. He had already heard Cyrus' angry voice from inside but pretended not to have heard, calmly wheeling himself into the room. When Cyrus saw Demetrius in the wheelchair, his tone softened, though he still sounded a bit angry. In a deep voice, he asked, "Did you know Yvette showed up!" Demetrius, sitting in his wheelchair, nodded without a second thought. "Yes. I found out this morning" Cyrus glanced at him, knowing he must be telling the truth. If Demetrius had known that Yvette appeared in Mysonna earlier, he wouldn't have waited this long to return from abroad and would've done it immediately.

In a solemn tone, Cyrus said, "last tYvette did surgery on me, she left a prescription and disappeared. For years, Interpol could only contact her through her phone for missions and she would vanish after completing them." I've said it

"It's been hard just to meet her these past few years. Turns out she's been busy with sside business She could've sa sooner if she was interested in fashion design. Does she have to be personally involved with the luxury brand Vibe?" he continued. 2/3 3/3 10:21 Fri, Dec 27 Chapter 582 91%

No matter how big and impressive Vibe became, it was just a small business to Cyrus I was really frustrating that Yvette would support Vibe instead of taking the tto meet with him I'm the president of Mysomma. Do I really deserve so little status and respect? he thought.

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Demetrius fidgeted with the rosary bracelet in his hand, his gaze alistant and aloof.

aloof Under.hisdelicate eyelashes, he exuded natural OTT elegance as he watched Cyrus sulk alone He said calmly, "Uncle Cyrus, don't be mad. It's not good for your heart." SEND GIFT COMMENT 10:21 Fri, Dec 27